Lazy Sunday

A weekend of contrasts.

An amazing couple of days in a huge house in Stirling reconnecting and reminiscing with wonderful people who met as students in the late 1980s in a quirky halls of residence in Glasgow University.

Most of us do see each other on occasion, and do keep in touch to a degree, but have not all been under one roof in many years.
I was nervous about going. No idea why.

But we walked, and talked, and hugged, and laughed, and ate, and drank, and danced, and sang. And it was just incredible. I thank my lucky stars for meeting such a wonderful group of people. Over the years, partners and spouses have been assimilated into the group, and I reckon they are very lucky too.

The mood was tempered by tragic news events of someone lost far too soon. A rugby, and wider, community mourned the loss of a big hearted man. A family saw their future changed forever. Hubby and son joined the team in an impromptu gathering to share their grief. So many broken hearts.

The dichotomy of the weekend experiences certainly served to remind me of the value of human relationships, and the fragility of life.